Ambushed by Abigail (F/M)
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2025 3:33 pm
October 2, 2021
My name is Abigail Scranton and I'm a bikini model. When you hear that someone's job is 'bikini model' you picture a glamarous life with photoshoots on the beach. As it turns out the truth was far removed from reality. My first gig was with a slimy douche named Chas Stockly. He wanted a group of us to film a commercial for his sports complex he owned in a small town. The pay was poor. There was no protection from the sun. The cheapskate even opted not to provide lunch. Instead, he gave us a coupon to the snackbar. A fucking coupon!
"Sam! Pay attention!"
"Sorry, Dad!"
I turned to look out at the field. There was Stockly yelling at his boy who was trying out for the college baseball team by the looks of it. Something he seemed utterly uninterested in. He seemed far more interested in me. His father walked back into his office. This jackass needed a humbling. I knew just how to do it.
Sam was fit but not too developed with short, sandy blond hair just touching shinning blue eyes. A baby face just asking to be kissed. Why had I thought that? Must have been that book signing I went to the night before. It was what gave me the germ of this crazy plan I was cooking up.
He got close to the fence. I reached out and pinched his cute little ass. I had to stop thinking things like that. He jumped, turning around to face me. I just gave him a wicked little grin.
"Why did you do that?"
"I bet your head would fit perfectly between my breasts."
All he could do was gulp.
"Come here so I can try."
He just stared at me.
"Now," I demanded.
Nervously he left the feild and came up to me. I led him to the parking lot where no one else could see us. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tight against me. His head became nestled in a valley of tit flesh.
"I was right, your head fits perfectly."
Blushing like crazy he tried to pull away. I pressed harder, backing up to his father's red Ferrari. My plan had originally been to just steal his ride so I swapped his fob. As I popped the trunk I knew reading that book last night had awoken something inside me, something this boy was going to help me understand.
I shoved him into the trunk and slammed the lid closed before driving off. I had just kidnapped this boy in under two minutes.
We were at my apartment as quickly as I could drive without raising suspesion. I deposited him into a black inflatable chair. I pulled some zipties out of a drawer in my coffee table and secured his arms and legs.
"Now you sit there and watch a little TV while I fix us some supper."
I started something playing and sauntered off into the kitchen. I thought more about my plan. I thought about Sam in his chair. How cute he looked. Yeah, I had to finish this quickly. Returning, I sat down on his lap, plate in hand.
"Open up."
I didn't have to tell him twice. Good. I sat there and spoon fed him like a baby. My baby. Once the plate was clean, I set it aside and undid his restraints.
"Come on, let's get you out of those dirty clothes."
I led him into the bathroom and began running a bath.
"Well go ahead. Take them off."
He blushed.
"I'll wait till you’re done," he said.
"Don't be silly," I said taking off my top, "take them off."
He just stood there gaping as I slipped off the last of my very minimal clothing. Taking a deep breath, hands shaking madly, he took off his clothes.
"There you go," I teased.
I took his hand and pulled him after him into the tub. I stretched out, forcing him to do the same on top of me, wrapped in my arms, head resting on my breasts.
"I don't want you to worry. I'm just gonna let you stay the night so I can give your Dad a little scare for cheaping out on me."
I stroked his head slowly as I became lost in thought. He almost fell asleep in this comfortable position. Eventually the water turned cold, and I pulled him out of the tub with me. He started to towel himself off, but I took it from him and proceeded to dry his body very, very thoroughly. Once finished, I wrapped the towel around him, covering his arms. I grabbed two belts that were laying nearby wrapping them around him, pulling them tight, trapping his arms.
"Now sit here," I told him as I placed him on the toilet, "I'm gonna go throw our clothes into the wash."
He struggled but it was no good, he couldn't get free. It was getting late. I took my time letting him stew. I sauntered back in.
"My look at the time. We'd better get some sleep. We've got a lot to do tomorrow."
I dragged him into the master bedroom. I undid the belts and tossed aside the towel. I slipped a leather strap around his waist, fastening it tight from behind. I then locked his arms in the cuffs on either side, trapping them against his body. As a final touch I locked his hands in the cuffs attached to the front.
"Perfect," I said, kissing him on the mouth afterwards.
I pulled him close again and drug him into bed. I wrapped herself around him hugging him tight, his face trapped in my cleavage again. Within moments I was asleep. I’m sure it was several hours before he could join me.
The next morning as soon as I woke I mounted him. He gasped at the unexpected pleasure. He was now wide awake as well. Grinning wickedly, I began to slowly, painfully slowly, ride him. It was hours before I let him cum. As he rested against me I pulled out my phone and checked his father's social media feed. There were over a hundred posts demanding and later begging for the safe return of his... CAR!?! There was nothing about his son. It was like he didn't care at all! No wonder Sam never demanded to be set free or asked to go home. Hell, he was better off with me - his kidnapper! - than his own father!
"Are you going to give it back?"
I hadn't realized he had woken up.
"His fucking car? Yeah, I'll have it dropped off at his house, after I have it crushed."
"God, he'll be impossible to live with if you do that."
What I said next shocked us both.
"Fuck that, I'm keeping you."
My name is Abigail Scranton and I'm a bikini model. When you hear that someone's job is 'bikini model' you picture a glamarous life with photoshoots on the beach. As it turns out the truth was far removed from reality. My first gig was with a slimy douche named Chas Stockly. He wanted a group of us to film a commercial for his sports complex he owned in a small town. The pay was poor. There was no protection from the sun. The cheapskate even opted not to provide lunch. Instead, he gave us a coupon to the snackbar. A fucking coupon!
"Sam! Pay attention!"
"Sorry, Dad!"
I turned to look out at the field. There was Stockly yelling at his boy who was trying out for the college baseball team by the looks of it. Something he seemed utterly uninterested in. He seemed far more interested in me. His father walked back into his office. This jackass needed a humbling. I knew just how to do it.
Sam was fit but not too developed with short, sandy blond hair just touching shinning blue eyes. A baby face just asking to be kissed. Why had I thought that? Must have been that book signing I went to the night before. It was what gave me the germ of this crazy plan I was cooking up.
He got close to the fence. I reached out and pinched his cute little ass. I had to stop thinking things like that. He jumped, turning around to face me. I just gave him a wicked little grin.
"Why did you do that?"
"I bet your head would fit perfectly between my breasts."
All he could do was gulp.
"Come here so I can try."
He just stared at me.
"Now," I demanded.
Nervously he left the feild and came up to me. I led him to the parking lot where no one else could see us. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tight against me. His head became nestled in a valley of tit flesh.
"I was right, your head fits perfectly."
Blushing like crazy he tried to pull away. I pressed harder, backing up to his father's red Ferrari. My plan had originally been to just steal his ride so I swapped his fob. As I popped the trunk I knew reading that book last night had awoken something inside me, something this boy was going to help me understand.
I shoved him into the trunk and slammed the lid closed before driving off. I had just kidnapped this boy in under two minutes.
We were at my apartment as quickly as I could drive without raising suspesion. I deposited him into a black inflatable chair. I pulled some zipties out of a drawer in my coffee table and secured his arms and legs.
"Now you sit there and watch a little TV while I fix us some supper."
I started something playing and sauntered off into the kitchen. I thought more about my plan. I thought about Sam in his chair. How cute he looked. Yeah, I had to finish this quickly. Returning, I sat down on his lap, plate in hand.
"Open up."
I didn't have to tell him twice. Good. I sat there and spoon fed him like a baby. My baby. Once the plate was clean, I set it aside and undid his restraints.
"Come on, let's get you out of those dirty clothes."
I led him into the bathroom and began running a bath.
"Well go ahead. Take them off."
He blushed.
"I'll wait till you’re done," he said.
"Don't be silly," I said taking off my top, "take them off."
He just stood there gaping as I slipped off the last of my very minimal clothing. Taking a deep breath, hands shaking madly, he took off his clothes.
"There you go," I teased.
I took his hand and pulled him after him into the tub. I stretched out, forcing him to do the same on top of me, wrapped in my arms, head resting on my breasts.
"I don't want you to worry. I'm just gonna let you stay the night so I can give your Dad a little scare for cheaping out on me."
I stroked his head slowly as I became lost in thought. He almost fell asleep in this comfortable position. Eventually the water turned cold, and I pulled him out of the tub with me. He started to towel himself off, but I took it from him and proceeded to dry his body very, very thoroughly. Once finished, I wrapped the towel around him, covering his arms. I grabbed two belts that were laying nearby wrapping them around him, pulling them tight, trapping his arms.
"Now sit here," I told him as I placed him on the toilet, "I'm gonna go throw our clothes into the wash."
He struggled but it was no good, he couldn't get free. It was getting late. I took my time letting him stew. I sauntered back in.
"My look at the time. We'd better get some sleep. We've got a lot to do tomorrow."
I dragged him into the master bedroom. I undid the belts and tossed aside the towel. I slipped a leather strap around his waist, fastening it tight from behind. I then locked his arms in the cuffs on either side, trapping them against his body. As a final touch I locked his hands in the cuffs attached to the front.
"Perfect," I said, kissing him on the mouth afterwards.
I pulled him close again and drug him into bed. I wrapped herself around him hugging him tight, his face trapped in my cleavage again. Within moments I was asleep. I’m sure it was several hours before he could join me.
The next morning as soon as I woke I mounted him. He gasped at the unexpected pleasure. He was now wide awake as well. Grinning wickedly, I began to slowly, painfully slowly, ride him. It was hours before I let him cum. As he rested against me I pulled out my phone and checked his father's social media feed. There were over a hundred posts demanding and later begging for the safe return of his... CAR!?! There was nothing about his son. It was like he didn't care at all! No wonder Sam never demanded to be set free or asked to go home. Hell, he was better off with me - his kidnapper! - than his own father!
"Are you going to give it back?"
I hadn't realized he had woken up.
"His fucking car? Yeah, I'll have it dropped off at his house, after I have it crushed."
"God, he'll be impossible to live with if you do that."
What I said next shocked us both.
"Fuck that, I'm keeping you."